Mira
By the end of my laughing fit, I went to wipe away tears that weren’t there. I’d shed them all last night.
I looked at the cup of coffee in my hands. It was rich and black. Usually I couldn’t drink it without dousing it in cream and sugar, but I brought it to my lips and finished it in three large gulps.
I savored the bitter taste. The harshness made me feel a little more alive.
I handed the cup back to Patricia, saying, “Another, please.”
She took the cup, glancing back at Claudeen with pursed lips before pouring me more.
I thanked her quietly as she handed it to me, sipping on it slowly this time as I went back to staring at the wall.
He’d set a date. Of course he’d set a date.
“Your poor eyes, dearie!” Claudeen cooed as she came closer. “You mustn’t have slept a wink!”
